So, I've been hired to take care of our friends cats for the weekend. They just left today. They sent me a text saying the key was under a flower pot on the front porch, but they didn't specify which one. And they have, like, a million flower pots. I felt like an idiot searching under all of them. I did find it, after about ten minutes searching. I unlocked the door, which creaked like it was in a horror game.
It was really dark. I walked in, and one of the cats darts from a bedroom across the hall. I jump, and my head almost hits the ceiling. I slow my heartbeat and continue in, turning lights on as I go. I'm exploring the rooms, still creeped out, when I hear a small crash coming from the neighboring room. I walk in to find Twiggy (have I told you her name?), standing over some knocked over materials. I decide it's time to go. I feed them and hightail it out of there. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. D:
Signin' off.
-Sean
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